A/N: Another dramatic chapter. Again, Jake shows his brotherly side. I also decided to throw in some humour for you all. If you don't pick it up, Google the cast list of Scream 4 ;D

Disclaimer: I still don't own Degrassi, or anything associated.

"Eli called. Again," Jake stated as he walked into Clare's room.

"Haven't you heard of knocking?" Clare was lying on her bed with her laptop. She sat up as Jake sat down. "I don't feel like talking to him."

"Why?" Clare caught Jake looking at her computer screen.

"I need to finish my article," she said as she twisted herself to have her back to him.

"Clare, someone's gonna get hurt," Jake said gently, putting his hand on Clare's shoulder. She shrugged it off,

"Why do you care?"

"We're a family now, whether you like it or not." Jake sighed. "Cheating on Eli isn't going to do you any favours."

"I'm not cheating!" Clare said defensively.

"C'mon Clare." An IM popped up on Clare's laptop. It was from KC. Jake raised an eyebrow at Clare.

"Get out."

"What?"

"Jake, get out of my room." He let out another sigh and left without saying another word. Clare focused her attention back to her computer.

What are you doing tonight?

Read the screen. Clare pondered for a moment before replying with,

Nothing. What do you have in mind?

She waited for KC's reply of,

My mom's out. Wanna come over?

Clare responded with a yes, logged off her laptop, and changed into a plain dress and jacket. She left the house without giving a reason and made her way to KC's.

After Clare had agreed to coming over, KC decided to make the house and he more presentable. He wanted to make a good impression; to show her that he had changed.

KC panicked inside as he heard a knock on the door.

"Hey. Come in." Clare smiled as she stepped inside. KC closed the door and took a seat on the couch, and Clare sat down beside him.

"So, what are the plans for tonight?"

"We can do whatever you want," this statement wasn't completely true, but it was the thought that counted.

"Well it's your house," Clare didn't feel like being decisive. KC looked around the room, realising there wasn't a whole lot they could do, and he began to wonder why he had invited her here.

"We could...watch TV?"

"Sure," Clare shrugged. She hadn't expected to just watch TV with him. In fact, she didn't know what she expected to happen at all. KC turned on the television and flicked around the channels. One station was playing a basketball game, and KC had to force himself to change it, knowing Clare wasn't into that kind of thing.

"Is this okay?" he asked as he stopped on a channel playing horror movie 'Scream 4.'

"Sure," she replied, not really minding. As they began watching, Clare narrowed her eyes at the screen.

"Is something wrong?" KC asked as he noticed what Clare was doing.

"Oh it's nothing," she said, realising she probably looked a little crazy. "But that actress just really looks like my sister."

"Darcy? Isn't she in Africa?"

"Yeah." Silence fell between them again as they continued watching the movie. Clare flinched as a scarier scene played. KC slid his arm around her, as if for protection. Clare turned and smiled at him, thinking it was cute that he was comforting her. She adjusted herself to be closer to him, and KC smiled back at her.

"You're beautiful," he said, staring down into her blue eyes. Clare looked away smiling, blushing a little. She was flattered by the out-of-the-blue compliment. "I mean it Clare. I really do." KC put his hand up to her face, brushing away one of her stray curls. He cupped her cheek, turning her face so they were looking into each other's eyes. He placed a kiss upon her lips, and Clare closed her eyes. She knew that it was wrong, that she shouldn't be doing this. Bu there was just something about KC. They both moved on the couch so they were facing each other more comfortably. Clare let KC's hand slide from her cheek to her waist as she put her hands on his shoulders. KC gently pushed her down on the couch so that he was lying on top of her. The continued the kiss, ignoring the movie that was still playing. KC slid his hand up Clare's side. Clare pushed him up off of her.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," she admitted quickly. KC sighed in disappointment. Clare stood up and walked over to the door.

"Wait, Clare, where are you going?"

"I can't do this," she repeated before opening the door and leaving.